Scarecrows Page #2
No, take him alive. The first bullet
through his head is mine.
We're landing this sucker right now.
There's a field at 4 o'clock.
It may be long enough.
So, how's it feel, Bert?
I mean, it must be awful frustrating
to have to die
with all that money in your hands.
Yeah, real frustrating.
That money must be getting
awful heavy.
$3.5 million is a lot of bread
for one guy.
It ain't right to be so greedy.
All right, a**hole,
just hold it right there.
- You see him?
Shut up.
Oh, yeah, yeah. There he is.
Hey, Bert, we're gonna hang you up
like one of these scarecrows
and stuff you full of crow sh*t.
Hey, Corbin,
start bagging some crow turds.
He didn't hear you, man.
He's into his jungles and Rambo bullshit.
With his radio turned off, right?
Whoa, there he is again.
I got him on my scope. Don't move.
Stand still, Bert.
Just one second, it'll all be over.
Turn around, Bert.
I wanna shoot you in the back.
Over here.
Where is he?
Keep coming, Bert.
I don't even have to move.
Over here, Bert, towards your left.
- Bert's aim always sucked.
Everything he did sucked.
Now we're both right behind you,
a**hole.
We got you covered, Bert,
Put the gun down.
You're not going to hurt us.
Curry?
Jack?
Curry? Jack?
Look, you want the money? Take it.
Curry!
Jack! Take the money.
Please, don't kill me.
Who's he talking to, Curry?
Curry? Jack?
Look, take it.
- We don't want your money.
- We want your blood, Bert.
Do you want me to run?
Well, I'm not going to, see?
Running's over, Bert.
It's time to bleed.
Like those MPs with their guts
spilling on the runway.
Time to bleed, Bert.
Look, I'm not even carrying a weapon.
Start praying, Bert.
Look, you want the money?
Well, you can't have it 'cause I've hid it.
So, let's make a deal.
Bert, why don't you say something,
motherf***er?
Come on, scumbag, talk.
Words of wisdom from a dying man.
...your seatbelt, move. Come on.
Christ, leave her out of this.
- Daddy, stop them...
- Shut up.
Get the ladder down now.
- Look, I'm asking you...
- Don't be a hero, Daddy.
Get the ladder, now!
Look,
keep your ass on that seat.
No radios,
nothing's going to happen to her.
Come on, let's go.
Hey, Curry.
- What?
How am I gonna live in Mexico
if I don't speak Spanish?
I told you a hundred times, Paco,
You're a real pal, amigo.
Lovely.
Hey, the lights are on now.
What the hell is that?
Guess we're expected.
This is some creepy sh*t, man.
Hold it.
Looks like we missed the party.
Bert.
Yeah. Check out the inside, will you?
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